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Rigveda 1.138

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 1.138

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1.138.1

pra-pra̍ pū̱ṣṇas tu̍vijā̱tasya̍ śasyate mahi̱tvam a̍sya ta̱vaso̱ na ta̍ndate sto̱tram a̍sya̱ na ta̍ndate |
arcā̍mi sumna̱yann a̱ham antyū̍tim mayo̱bhuva̍m |
viśva̍sya̱ yo mana̍ āyuyu̱ve ma̱kho de̱va ā̍yuyu̱ve ma̱khaḥ ||

STRONG Pûshan's majesty is lauded evermore, the glory of his lordly might is never faint, his song of praise is never faint. Seeking felicity I laud him nigh to help, the source, of bliss, Who, Vigorous one, hath drawn to him the hearts of all, drawn them, the Vigorous One, the God.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.138.2

pra hi tvā̍ pūṣann aji̱raṁ na yāma̍ni̱ stome̍bhiḥ kṛ̱ṇva ṛ̱ṇavo̱ yathā̱ mṛdha̱ uṣṭro̱ na pī̍paro̱ mṛdha̍ḥ |
hu̱ve yat tvā̍ mayo̱bhuva̍ṁ de̱vaṁ sa̱khyāya̱ martya̍ḥ |
a̱smāka̍m āṅgū̱ṣān dyu̱mnina̍s kṛdhi̱ vāje̍ṣu dyu̱mnina̍s kṛdhi ||

Thee, then, O Pûshan, like a swift one on his way, I urge with lauds that thou mayst make the foemen flee, drive, camel-like, our foes afar. As I, a man, call thee, a God, giver of bliss, to be my Friend, So make our loudly-chanted praises glorious, in battles make them glorious.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.138.3

yasya̍ te pūṣan sa̱khye vi̍pa̱nyava̱ḥ kratvā̍ ci̱t santo 'va̍sā bubhujri̱ra iti̱ kratvā̍ bubhujri̱re |
tām anu̍ tvā̱ navī̍yasīṁ ni̱yuta̍ṁ rā̱ya ī̍mahe |
ahe̍ḻamāna uruśaṁsa̱ sarī̍ bhava̱ vāje̍-vāje̱ sarī̍ bhava ||

Thou, Pûshan, in whose friendship they who sing forth praise enjoy advantage, even in wisdom, through thy grace, in wisdom even they are advanced. So, after this most recent course, we come to thee with prayers for wealth. Not stirred to anger, O Wide-Ruler, come to us, come thou to us in every fight.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.138.4

a̱syā ū̱ ṣu ṇa̱ upa̍ sā̱taye̍ bhu̱vo 'he̍ḻamāno rari̱vām̐ a̍jāśva śravasya̱tām a̍jāśva |
o ṣu tvā̍ vavṛtīmahi̱ stome̍bhir dasma sā̱dhubhi̍ḥ |
na̱hi tvā̍ pūṣann ati̱manya̍ āghṛṇe̱ na te̍ sa̱khyam a̍pahnu̱ve ||

Not stirred to anger, come, Free-giver, nigh to us, to take this gift of ours, thou who hast goats for steeds, Goat-borne! their gift who long for fame. So, Wonder-Worker! may we turn thee hither with effectual lauds. I slight thee not, O Pûshan, thou Resplendent One: thy friendship may not be despised.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

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